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Raj Ahten felt utterly dismayed。
The snow was blowing。 The first snow Raj Ahten would see this winter。 In a few weeks； the passes in the mountains would be blocked。
He could continue this contest later； he reasoned。 Shocked。 He dreaded the thought of waiting until spring。
He shouted orders for his men to begin the retreat； leaving no time to loot the castle。
He stood for several long minutes as his soldiers scrambled to obey； pulling down pavilions； harnessing the horses； loading wagons。
The Frowth giants emerged from the castle； bearing corpses of defenders in their paws to eat on the way home。 Along the western hills； wolves howled mournfully； as if in loss at the sight of Longmont in ruins。
Raj Ahten's counselor； Feykaald； shouted in a high voice； 〃Move； you sluggards！ Leave the dead！ You； therehelp load those wagons！〃
The snow thickened。 In moments it piled two inches deep at Raj Ahten's feet。 He only stood； gazing at Castle Longmont。 He wondered how he had failed here； considered how Jureem had betrayed him to King Orden。
When he finished musing； Castle Longmont lay dead。 No fires burned in it； no men cried out in pain。
Cedrick Tempest wandered before the gates； the lone soldier holding his bleeding ear； cursing and muttering under his breath。 Perhaps his mind had gone。
Raj Ahten took a horse； considered again how the wizard Binnesman had stolen his； and rode over the hills。
Chapter 56
THE GREETING
By the time Gaborn reached Longmont； the land lay empty of troops； the ruins of the castle covered beneath a layer of new…fallen snow。
Most of Gaborn's army was still far behind。 Only some fifty knights rode mounts swift enough to keep up。 In the woods to the west； wolves howled forlornly； their voices rising and falling in eerie cadences。
Binnesman had ridden ahead； rummaged near the ruins of the Dedicates' Keep； searching among the rubble。
Everywhere lay carnage and destructionwalls and towers of Longmont in ruin； the soldiers of Orden crumpled under stone。 Only a dozen or so of Raj Ahten's troops lay dead outside the castle； riddled with arrows。
Raj Ahten had carried off a great victory here； a mind…numbing victory； almost unparalleled in any chronicle Gaborn had ever read。 For the past hour； Gaborn had tried to deny his feelings； his suspicion that his father had died。 Now he feared the worst。
Only one warrior stood alive on the battleground； a captain who wore the colors of Longmont。
Gaborn rode up to him。 The soldier's face was pale； his eyes full of horror。 Blood dribbled under his helmet from his right ear and had crusted in the dark hair of his sideburns。
〃Captain Tempest；〃 Gaborn asked； recalling the man's name from earlier in the day； 〃where is my father； King Orden？〃
〃Dead； mi…milord；〃 the captain said； then sat down in the snow； his head hanging。 〃They're all dead。〃
Gaborn had expected it。 Yet the news punched him。 He put one hand over his belly； found himself breathing hard。 I was no help； he thought。 Everything I've done has been in vain。
He surveyed the damage； his shock and horror growing more profound。 He'd never seen a castle so destroyednot in a matter of hours。
〃How is it that you survived？〃 Gaborn asked weakly。
The captain shook his head； as if searching for an answer。 〃Raj Ahten took some of us prisoners。 Hekilled the others。 He left me alive； to bear witness。〃
〃To what？〃 Gaborn asked。
Tempest pointed numbly at the towers。 〃His flameweavers struck first。 They summoned creatures from the netherworld and hit the castle with spells that burned ironand a fireball that burst in the air above the gates； tossing men about like sticks。
〃But that was not the worst of it； for then Raj Ahten himself came and shattered the castle's foundations with the cry of his Voice。 He killed hundreds more of us！
〃I。。。my helm has thick leather pads； but I can't hear from my right ear； and my left is still ringing。〃
Gaborn stared at the castle； numb。
He'd imagined that Raj Ahten had brought some terrible engines to bear on those walls； or had his flameweavers conjure some unspeakable spell。
He'd seen that great mushroom of fire rise in the air。 But he'd never imagined that the walls could crumble from a mere shout。
The soldiers behind him had spread out； were slowly riding over the battleground； to seek for signs of life among the ruins。
〃Where iswhere can I find my father？〃
Tempest pointed up a trail。 〃He ran that way； toward Tor Loman； chasing Raj Ahten； just before the battle menced。〃
Gaborn turned his horse； but Captain Tempest rushed forward； dropped to his knees。 〃Forgive me！〃 he cried。
〃For what； surviving？〃 Gaborn asked。 Gaborn himself felt the guilt of those who live； unaccountably； while all around them die。 It was heavy on him now。 〃I not only forgive you； I mend you。〃
He let his horse trot over the snowfield to the sound of Tempest's sobbing and the howls of wolves。
The rings in his mail rang as the horse broke into a gallop； and Gaborn rode up a muddy trail。 At first he could not be certain he headed in the right direction。 Snow covered the trail； and he could discern no tracks。
But after half a mile； as the trail moved under the aspens； he saw signs in the mud and fallen leavesthe huge strides of men with enormous metabolism racing through the woods。 Tracks ten steps across。
After that the trail was easy to follow。 The path to Tor Loman had been well maintained； the brush cut away。 It made for an easy； almost pleasant ride。
Along the path； Gaborn watched for sign of his father； but found none。
At last he reached the bare peak of Tor Loman； found the meadow with the Duke's old observatory at its top。 The snow had fallen heavy here； stood three inches deep； and Gaborn found Raj Ahten's fine helm lying at the base of the observatory。
The helm itself was deeply embossed； with intricate silver designs like braided ropes or the braided fires a flameweaver pulled from heaven。 These ran down the noseguard and over the eye slots。 A single huge diamond fit between the eyes。 Gaborn took it as a prize of war； tied its broken strap to his saddle； careful not to crush the white owl's wings on the helm。
As he tied it； he sniffed the cold air。 The snow had cleansed the sky； carried away most of the scent； yet Gaborn could still discern the odor of his father's heavy samite cape； the oil he used to protect his armor。 His father had been here。 Might be nearbyalive and wounded； perhaps。
Gaborn climbed the observatory； gazed off into the distance。 The snow had stopped falling ten minutes ago； so he could see fairly well； though with but two endowments of sight； he could not be called a far…seer。 To the east； Iome and her people pushed across the heath； ten miles back。 They had neared the Durkin Hills Road。
In the distance to the southwest； at Gaborn's limit of vision； Raj Ahten's troops retreated over the hills； the red and gold of their colors muted by distance。
He saw men stopping on their horses； gazing back toward him。 Gaborn imagined that some far…seers watched him； wondering who now stood on the Eyes of Tor Loman。 Perhaps even Raj Ahten himself watched。
Gaborn whispered； 〃I reje